Setting up earlier, on in ten minutes. Not feeling it tonight, have a mouth ulcer under my tongue that brings tears to my eyes just to talk. Singing is going to be interesting.
No sailing this weekend. Have a plane to catch tomorrow evening, working up north for three days next week.
No sailing. Nothing to do with the pain in my mouth. That there is probably the source of my somewhat maudlin frame of mind.
Still, the show must go on.
On in five now.